LOGINNicola Taylor I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, staring at the entrance of Cole’s office building. I felt utterly defeated. Six years ago, my life had crumbled in his absence. And now, here I was again, stuck in an endless loop, except this time, I wasn’t competing with the
Cole Harrington I watched Nicola walk off, her retreating figure stirring something uneasy in my chest. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me like a storm cloud refusing to dissipate. I felt suffocated, torn between what was happening and what I was inadvertently doing to the woman I c
Nicola Taylor The weight of her words hit like a tidal wave. I felt my chest tighten as I realized what she’d sacrificed, and I could see the shift in Cole’s expression. The anger in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something closer to heartbreak. “And you just… agreed to that?” he asked, his voice b
“Because I knew you wouldn’t let me go,” she said simply. “You would’ve fought him, and he would’ve come after you too. After Arabella. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let him hurt you the way he wanted to hurt me.” The three of us stood in silence, the weight of Courtney’s confession hanging heavy
Nicola Taylor Arabella went back inside, her small figure disappearing into the house with a frustrated sigh. The heavy front door creaked as it closed, leaving just the three of us standing in the cool morning air. Silence settled over the driveway, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves i
Nicola Taylor The night was a restless blur. Aaron’s small, trembling body pressed against mine as he cried himself to sleep, his tears soaking through my shirt. I stayed with him, stroking his hair and whispering soft reassurances until his breathing evened out. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself
Nicola Taylor I was grateful that Cole didn't make much of the kiss and didn’t try to push things further after last night. We both respected each other’s boundaries, and that was important to me. Despite the moments of intense sexual tension, our relationship had found a good balance, a delicate
Without a second thought, he stood up, his authoritative voice slicing through the room, “Gentlemen, we’ll have to continue this later. Please, leave the room.” The businessmen exchanged puzzled glances but didn’t question him. They gathered their things and filed out of the office, shooting curiou
“And…” I continued, leaning closer, my breath warm against her ear. “I’m serious, Nicola. I’m not playing around.” “This is my room, Cole. I get to decide,” she shot back, her irritation evident but tinged with a playful undertone. “….and 3!” I hit ‘3’ with a dramatic flourish, she let out a squea
Nicola Taylor As we settled down on the couch, Arabella was playing and watching TV while munching on cookies. Cole and I each had a glass of wine, the evening settling into a comfortable rhythm. I took a sip, savouring the rich taste, and then turned to Cole, curiosity tugging at me. "What went w







